I feel you wrap your arms around me in the night And pull me into your intoxicating world
Where silence is golden But so are the sounds that slip past our lips
We float high above the world As if we are clouds, as if we are kings
I always hold onto you tight Making sure that you're real
In return you embrace me with all that you are And the air leaves my lungs with a happy sigh
I know then that you're not a dream That your world is as sweet and beautiful as it seems
And in that one blissful moment, You and I are only the things that exist
This poem can be meant two ways, it depends on how you look at it. Also, the title is meant to be that way, meaning "I'm pure" or "impure." Copyright 2013